Once Upon a Vet School #7…First Chapter Sneak Preview!


  • Hi All!

Sending out my best to all those affected by the Texas hurricane, and other disasters. We’re thinking about you all over the world.

I thought I’d share the first draft of Chapter 1 of the novella I’ll be including in our Christmas anthology, (You’ll have to see the final version in the boxed set, sorry!),

Once Upon a Vet School #7

Lena takes a Foal.  

It’s actually part of a series…and it’s in the middle. The others will be written out from there!

In case you don’t know, I’m an equine vet and have until now written awarded historical fiction and technical veterinary non-fiction. My writing buddies have been after me for ages to write these stories, so thank you to Authors of Main Street for offering me the opportunity to stretch my literary wings!

I hope you enjoy my first dip into contemporary fiction–my stab at becoming the next, albeit female, James Herriot!

Enjoy!

Let me know what you think!  If you want to stay posted on when the Christmas Boxed Set will be available, come on over to  Authors of Main Street, here!!!!

xx

Lizzi

 

1986 Northern California

Mickey’s roan ears, silhouetted against the pale green light filtering into the tiny glade, rose higher and higher before me and my heart froze–he’d never reared this high before. The light disappeared as the horse’s massive body blocked out the sun. A blinding flash of pain, and then only blessed darkness.

*    *    *

 I rocked my head from side to side and stilled at the pain— it was everywhere. I opened my eyes. It made no difference. Full dark already, then.

Something hit my leg and I froze, then a wuffling nose pushed at my face, and I jumped. That hurt too.

Where was I?

It all came flooding back, then, with the throbbing in my leg. Odd…the blasted horse was still here. I lifted a hand to Mickey’s nose and found his rein still in my death-grip.

Thank god for small favors. At least I wouldn’t have to walk home—it was a good 3 miles from this little glade, hidden among the fields in Northern California. I’d learned early on in my life in the Santa Cruz Mountains that one never lets go of the reins when falling off. Riding boots were never designed for hiking.

It was all very well to have a horse to hand, but not much use if I couldn’t get up and mounted. My leg felt like hell, and who knew what other injuries I had? I needed to be on my way before the pain got worse. It was my favorite ride—a little gully filled with tall trees in the middle of nowhere, but that being said, no one would find me here for ages.

I managed to climb up the near foreleg of the now-repentant horse until I could grab a stirrup iron. I couldn’t feel any blood on me, other than from the smarting grazes on my face and arms, so clearly I’d live, but man, did my leg hurt. Puffy swelling already bulged above the top of my tall boot…I’d need to get it off soon, before I couldn’t. Call me vain, but I’d almost rather cut off my leg than the long leather laced field boots I’d waited nearly two decades to own.

Mickey walked like a lamb while I hopped beside him to a fallen log, my right hand twisted in his mane. Swearing, cold sweat pouring from every pore, I managed to clamber up and slid onto his back all anyhow, then we walked on in the pitch blackness, heading for the barn.

Someone was there in the darkness before us. I pulled Mickey to a halt as I took in a strange white double cab pickup truck glowing the light of the dim bulb high above the stable yard. A creak, and the barn door swung open, then closed behind the tall figure of a man, unrecognizable in the distance. My stomach clenched as he spun toward us. There weren’t any men boarding horses here.

“Hello, who’s there?” a male voice rang out.

I sighed with relief. It was Dr. Allen, one of the Equine Surgery residents from the veterinary school.

“It’s me, Lena, from ICU.”

He walked toward me and I squeezed my legs to move my horse forward before I thought and yelped, but bit it off.

“What the heck are you doing out riding at this hour?” he said, His brows narrowed as I rode up to him. “And what have you done to your face?”

“Ahhh…we had a…disagreement about going home.”

“I take it the horse won? When did you leave?” He set down a bucket of bandaging materials and pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and dropped it into the bucket, then took hold of Mickey’s reins.

“Mid-afternoon.” I said, with a wince.

“That’s a long ride.”

“I only went to the glade, a few miles across the fields.”

He frowned as his eyes scanned the perfectly cool horse, then his eyes snapped to mine.

“What happened? Are you OK?”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want anyone to know about it, especially someone from the vet school, but it seems I had little choice. The corral fences at this old barn were too rickety to be climbing around on, and I needed help getting off.

“I’ve hurt my leg.” I tried for nonchalance, but all that came out was a whine. Gritting my teeth, I gripped my breeches above the knee to pull my left leg up and move it back, so my toe could slide out of the stirrup.

“Do you need some help?” The furrows in his brow deepened, and he scowled at the roan. “What have you done with her?” he muttered to the horse, as he moved around his rump to his near side and froze, staring at my knee, then at my eyes, as comprehension dawned. “Is this horse named Mickey? Just what sort of a disagreement was this?”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes, it’s Mickey. He sort of fell on me.”

“Sort of? How’d he fall? It’s flat out there.”

“He fell over backwards…and I was in the way,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.

“That riding school should…” he started, then seemed to reconsider. “Anyway, you’re hurt,” he said, his voice softening. “Can you get down?”

I shook my head.

“Let me help.” He slipped the stirrup from beneath my boot, and held me still while I kicked the other leg over Mickey’s rump, then he lowered me to the ground.

I couldn’t help gasping when the bad leg hit the ground, but at least I could bear weight.

“I’ll put him away and give you a ride home.”

“I can driv—”

“You were knocked out, weren’t you?” He raised a brow at me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know.”

“Right. How about I give you a ride home? That old truck of yours’ll have a heavy clutch, won’t it?”

I nodded.

“You’ll never manage it like this, will you?”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t have managed. I hadn’t thought past getting back to the barn in one piece.

“His feed’s in his stall, and I take my saddle and bridle home,” I said, hopping to my truck to gather what I’d need tonight from the front seat. Locking it, I made my way to his truck and leaned against it, the metal of the panel cool on the burning patches on the backs of my arms.

“Hop in,” he said, as he led the roan into his stall and slipped the halter from his head. He growled something low at the beast and closed the stall door. With my saddle over his arm, he exited the barn and put my saddle in the back seat of the white university ambulatory service vehicle.

“Can’t you get in?” he said, as he walked up to me.

I shook my head and glanced down.

His eyes followed mine to the swollen leg. He shook his head and then picked me up and placed me gently in the passenger seat.

“We need to get that boot off and get you to the hospital.”

“Home is fine, thanks.”

“Hospital.” He frowned.

“No.”

He gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment.

“How about student health?”

“No, I’ll be fine. It’s just a little swelling. They’ll tell me to elevate it, take anti-inflammatories, and rest.”

“Correct, but we should get it checked out.”

“Can you please just check it?”

He sighed and pulled a penlight from his pocket, then flicked it at my eyes, first one, then the other, then back and forth between them.

“Your light reflexes are normal, but that leg…”

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure. I’ve had worse.”

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Home it is, then, but get it checked out as soon as you can, eh?”

The tiniest bump in the road on the way to my house jarred my leg, but it was interesting, riding beside Dr. Allen. I glanced across at him. For a guy who grew up in the snobbiest town in my home county, I had to give it to him—he was remarkably nice. Pretty drop-dead gorgeous, too, if you happen to like your classical tall, dark and handsome…

I shook my head at myself.

Just remember how tall, dark, and handsome had turned out last time.

“Is there someone at your place that can help you with your boot? Getting it on—off, I mean?” He flushed in the glow from the dashboard lights and clamped his lips together.

I had to clamp my own to keep from grinning at his blush. He wasn’t helping me keep my mind where it belonged, really. Residents were sort of off-limits to the students, but…now I knew he was actually nice, well, that changed things a little. I always thought he’d be stuck up…and I’d kept my distance, despite his appearances in my dreams…for quite some time now.

“My housemates might be home,” I blurted out.

He let out a long breath and seemed to relax.

“You might get that field boot off before some idiot wants to cut it off…one reason not go to the hospital, I guess,” he said, with the hint of a grin.

“My thinking, exactly.” I smiled. I knew a little about him. He’d spent years as a farrier and then as a vet, while showing hunter-jumpers to an exacting level—to the degree of changing shoes between judges to change the horse’s movement.

He’d understand about good boots.

No lights showed as we drove up before my house, and this time he didn’t ask. He came around to my side of the truck, picked me up and carried me to the door as if weighed nothing, which of course, wasn’t true. It was a bit disconcerting having his face that close, so I turned my heated cheeks away and fumbled with the house keys.

With a lot of swearing and more tears than I’d like to have shown him, we got the boot off, intact.

“There’s an ace bandage in the drawer in the bathroom,” I said, staring at my leg, already a faint blue all the way from my toes to most of the way up my thigh.

“Are these yours?” He shot me a look and held up my running shorts. My face burned even hotter now. The shorts had been on the bathroom floor with some lacy panties.

I nodded, and he tossed the shorts to me and disappeared again into the bathroom.

“Put them on, please. I’d like to check that leg.”

I grinned, despite myself. Sounded like I was a horse. I managed to peel the breeches down and off, then tugged the nylon shorts up just as he reentered the room with an elastic compression bandage.

Dr. Allen blinked at the leg, then checked the femur, tibia, and metatarsals for stability. He took the heel in one hand and flexed, extended and rotated the joints in all directions, while I bit my cheek to keep from making more noise than I should.

“No crepitus, and the joints still work. I’ll bandage it up, but you need to get it looked at.”

I said nothing. There were two weeks before the start of term to get better, and thankfully, I didn’t have to work until then. Piece of cake.

*    *    *

For all my bravery, my housemates went to the barn the next day to pick up my car and feed the horse—I wasn’t going anywhere. The next day, either…or the next.

Tamara, my fourth-year vet student housemate, frowned at me over her breakfast.

“I’ve been trying to keep my opinion to myself, but you really should see a doctor,” she said.

“Dr. Allen checked it out.”

She blinked.

“Dr. Allen? Where did you see him?”

“He was at the barn when I rode in on Mickey, re-bandaging a horse.”

“That’s all very well, but he’s a vet. You need to see a doctor.”

“Are you serious?” I stared at her. “I can’t. I’ll miss classes if they put me in the hospital.”

“That’s where you belong,” she grumbled.

“I’ll keep it elevated and massage the heck out of it,” I said.

She shook her head as she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl.

“If you get a blood clot, you’ll be in trouble. Didn’t Dr. Allen take you to the doctor?”

“He tried,” I said, wincing.

“Sometimes you have rocks in your head, girl.” Tamara shook her head as she plunked down a bowl of cereal before me and stalked off to her room.

They all thought I was too stupid to live, but what the hell? I couldn’t miss classes, or I’d never catch up. I had to try twice as hard as most of the other students just to stay with the class. Some people were born brilliant. Somehow I’d ended up with 150-odd of them in my vet school class. The rest of the 164 of us had to work our buns off to keep up with the rest of the group. I’m not bitter, it’s just the way it is.

*    *    *

A week of hobbling, glares from housemates, and hydrotherapy later, things didn’t look better. In fact, they looked worse. The leg was swollen from toes to mid-thigh. Not merely content to stay a nice blue color, it had morphed to an irregular, patchy camouflage pattern of purple, black and yellow. I kept my promise, massaging it four times a day, but all it did was change colors. I understand the details of the color alterations, but it didn’t make the bruises resolve any faster.

“Do you want to go see that rotten horse of yours?” Tamarah said, one fine morning.

“Really, you’ll take me?”

“On one condition.”

“What?” I said, rather ungraciously, under the circumstances, looking at her sideways.

“We go by student health on the way back. I don’t want to come home from walking the dog to find you seizing from a blood clot in your brain.” Tamarah’s golden lab lifted her head at the W-word and jumped to her feet while she spat her tennis ball at me. “My father would shoot me,” she continued smoothly, “if he knew I’d let you stay away from the doctor.”

That got me. Her daddy, a very nice man, was also a venerable vet school professor…at our school. If he heard about this, I might be out. I gulped. Now was not the time to get annoyed with his daughter.

“Thanks,” I managed, “I’d like that…the first part, but okay, I agree to going to the doctor.” I’m sure the comment somehow made it past my gritted teeth.

“See if you can get a shoe on that foot and we’ll leave now,” she said.

I bolted as fast as I could hop, before she changed her mind.

When she’d driven me to the barn, I mooned over the fence at the horrid creature. Mickey at least had the decency to look guilty when I limped toward him with his feed, or so I thought.

“Don’t even think about taking him for a walk, much less riding,” Tamarah said. She glared at the horse as she stood between me and the tack room, with a look that made me cringe.

I squashed down the desire to ask for his halter, kissed his soft and lonely nose, and fifteen minutes later Tamarah delivered me to student health with a triumphant smile.

“I’ll wait in the car,” she said, and opened my door for me.

As expected, the doctor was not impressed.

“You should have come in right away. You could have had a blood clot! How long has it been?” she said, after she picked her jaw up off the floor.

“A week and a half,” I mumbled into my shirt.

“Well, what have you been doing for it?” She scowled and shook her head.

I told her, and her demeanor softened a little.

“Well, I guess you’re out of the danger zone now, anyway. I’d have hospitalized you.”

I nodded.

“So I imagine you start school next week? What are you studying?”

“Veterinary medicine.”

“Vet? You should have known…well, never mind. Small animals, I hope? You can stay off it and sit down while you’re treating the dogs and cats.”

I mumbled something incoherent. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was Equine Track, and worked as a Large Animal ICU Technician, galloping between three barns running IV fluids to twelve horses at a time, and tubing pre- and post-op colics all night. She’d have vapors.

Oblivious to her new patient’s dastardly plans, she smiled and left me with a packet of anti-inflammatories and admonitions to rest, elevate it and keep up the massage.

I was now able to hold my head up in front of my housemates again, and rather glad school was about to start. I was still hobbling, but I could get around. I’d have to leave early to make it to class on time—I wasn’t travelling at my regular speed.

*    *    *

The night before classes were to start, my friend Jess returned from a trip away with her family.

“Did you see what our first lecture is tomorrow?” Her voice over the phone line jumped with expectancy.

I pulled the schedule from my bag, where it had lain, forgotten, since I’d received it on the last day of school. One glance, and my grin at her excitement vanished. Spots swam before my eyes as I read the title on the first lecture:

Dystocia in the Mare and the Need for Surgical Intervention

I shook my head and nearly dropped the phone.

Not dystocia. Not foaling mares, and certainly not foaling difficulties.

Anything but that.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed reading the rough draft of Chapter One of Once Upon a Vet School, volume 7! To read the final version, and the rest of it, you’ll have to see our Christmas Boxed Set, out SOON!!!!!

Be sure to subscribe to our page to keep posted of when it’ll be available!

I’d love to hear your thoughts!  Hear from you soon!

xx

Lizzi   and Authors of Main Street!

Medicine, Vet Med and Horses…What do They Have in Common???


 

HI Everyone! Happy Monday!

Just back from RWNZ Conference in lovely Rotorua!  Hot pools, writing and meeting some fantastic writers and speakers!

One was Kristen Lamb, from Texas!

I loved this article from her website…it could be of real help to any of you out there writing, especially if you’re including issues about medical care, hospitals, emergency care, etc.

 

This article highlights some of the challenges I have, (but in a human medical sense) when I read novels including horses or veterinary care for horses, written by people who might have a fondness (or not) for horses…but no experience.

Tiggie says not to do silly things with horses… It worries him…………………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a horse-savvy or vet-savvy reader reads things that do just not happen, or are pretty stupid, things a horse handler would never do or say, disbelief in the author skyrockets…and I (or your readers) may just lay down your book right then…and never come back.

That’s why it’s so important to get those facts right!  If you don’t have the knowledge, find someone who does, or take classes to learn about it!

Maya Horse wants you to be horse-savvy before you write about his cousins…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it’s your turn!

Have you ever read a book where a character does something that’s just #TSTL, or Too Stupid To Live, with a horse, or other animal?   Doing something that is bound to get them or their horse/s killed?

Have you ever read about a character who’s a vet...and they do something that just doesn’t make any sense, or is likely to get their patient, the owner, or themselves killed (other than the inherent danger of being an equine or large animal) ?

How would you write it differently?

Tell us about it!  Without mentioning the title or author, please. 🙂 

 

 

One lucky commenter will go into the monthly draw for a book!  This month, it’s a digital version of my latest book, A Sea of Green Unfolding!

Have an awesome day, all!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

 

A SEA OF GREEN IS OUT!!! This month’s giveaway below!


 

Hello to my wonderful readers!
Thank you for making the release of The Hills of Gold Unchanging so successful in February!

I’m very excited to tell you that

A Sea of Green Unfolding 
is
Now Available in eBook!

(and I redid the cover!  I hope you like it!)

It will soon be available in print as well!

I Can’t Wait for You to Read A Sea of Green Unfolding !

It’s the third book in
The Long Trails series.

~ When you’ve lost everything,
the only way to go is up—
isn’t it? ~

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their California Rancho de las Pulgas. Von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in peaceful New Zealand, but change is in the wind. When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun.

Here’s this month’s giveaway!

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If you’d like to go into the draw to win a copy of the regular print edition of newly-released A Sea of Green Unfolding (when it’s available, soon!), leave a review of A Sea of Green Unfolding where you purchased your eBook or paperback, then message me on the contact form below and leave your email address and the site where you left your review and you’ll be in the draw!

It’s available on Amazon right now for just $2.99 USD!

Message me on the contact form below and leave your email address and the site where you left your review and you’ll be in the draw!

Amazon     iBooks    Nook     Kobo

What reviewers have to say about The Long Trails series:

(No, there aren’t any yet for A Sea of Green Unfolding!  Be the first!  Just released today!)

The Hills of Gold Unchanging:

“The pace is fast, there’s plenty of action and adventure and a few twists I didn’t see coming. Lizzi Tremayne writes good characters, and that definitely includes the horses. For me, though, it’s the history that’s the star in this story. Good characters plus excellent history equals a great read, which is what this is.”
Deborah Challinor, number one bestselling author and historian

“…superb storytelling. As Aleksandra and Xavier faced and survived human malevolence, natural disaster and accidents, and their own doubts and insecurities, I kept turning pages to find out what happened next. I love books in which adversity sculptures character and where challenges to relationships bend them to breakpoint and rebuild them stronger. This is one of those books. I can’t wait to read the sequel.”
Judy Knighton, editor

“There are so many things to like about this story. Lead characters, Aleks and Xavier, are well rounded and strong. Aleks has a stubborn streak and a determination to survive, no matter what. Both inspired me to cheer them on as they faced one problem after another along the way from Utah to California. The plot is well developed, and I particularly liked the attention to historical detail along the way. This is an author who does her homework, and it shows. I was intrigued by this story, and wish I’d read the first in the series before venturing onto this one. Despite that, this story does stand alone well, and is a cracking good yarn.”
Shelagh Merlin, NetGalley Reviewer

A Long Trail Rolling:

“vivid, light and fast-paced…it will appeal in particular to anyone interested in American…history, and in general to those looking for a ripping good read. I’m looking forward to reading The Hills of Gold Unchanging, the next volume in the Aleksandra and Xavier saga”
Deborah Challinor, number one bestselling author and historian

“The mystery, adventure, and danger of life in Utah in the 1860s is beautifully described…an authentic, emotional story of one woman’s fight for survival in an unforgiving landscape. I couldn’t put Lizzi Tremayne’s book down.”
   –Leeanna Morgan, USA Today bestselling author

“An impressive debut from a New Zealand (ex-American) author…a romance, a western, and an adventure story, all rolled up into a compelling read…I devoured this one and am hungry for more.”
   –Booksellers NZ

Awards for A Long Trail Rolling

With this debut novel, Lizzi was:

Finalist 2013 RWNZ Great Beginnings;
Winner 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award
Winner 2015 RWNZ Koru Award for Best First Novel
Third 2015 RWNZ Koru Long Novel
Finalist 2015 Best Indie Book Award
Click here to go to my website to read the rest! 

 

I hope you’re having a great start to March!
Wishing you the very best!

Regards from NZ
Lizzi

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine vet and emigrated to New Zealand. With her first novel, Lizzi placed or won RWNZ contests in 2013, 2014 and 2015. She can’t wait to get into her first contemporary vet-girl novella—to be published for Christmas with Authors of Main Street!

First Review on The Hills of Gold Unchanging on Amazon!


LOVE the first review on Amazon of The Hills of Gold Unchanging!
5 Stars, by Shelagh Merlin, NetGalley Professional Reviewer!
Glad you liked the story!
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There’s a free copy of the trade paperback of my award-winning  A Long Trail Rolling up for grabs on the New Zealand Book Council FB page today for any Kiwis out there!  Just comment on the post and you’re in the draw! It’s the first in The Long Trails Series, which includes The Hills of Gold Unchanging, also featured on their website in their Booknotes Unbound! at http://booknotes-unbound.org.nz/sneak-peek-the-hills-of-go…/
See you there!

This book is up for grabs:

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and this is the book featured on their website!

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We’ll run a contest soon for an ebook, worldwide!

xx

Lizzi

 

Blogging at NZ Book Council’s blog today!


Hi all!

I’m blogging about my newest novel, The Hills of Gold Unchanging, on the New Zealand Book Council’s blog today!

In this post is the first public peek at the start of this novel! Even the beta readers haven’t seen it!

 

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE POST! 🙂

 

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It’s to be released on 18 February at the Meow Cafe, along with books from six other Kiwi authors!

They are promoting these authors over the next few weeks as part of our lead-up to our big Kiwi Book Feast release party!

 

Our Facebook page is here

 

Our Facebook Event page is here

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Hope you can join us in Wellington shortly!

 

See you there!

 

XXX

LIZZI

 

 

 


The Third Edition of A Long Trail Rolling is released and uploaded to most websites.

New cover, revised interior!

Take a look!

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And the paperback cover…with reviews by Deborah Challinor, Leeanna Morgan and Booksellers NZ

 

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And a treat inside the covers…

(Thanks Chris, at Bookprinting.co.nz !)

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If you love sagas with gutsy, horsey heroines and  hot Latin Californio men, plus plenty of history thrown in, you might like my current series…

The Long Trails Series

A Long Trail Rolling, Book One.  A third edition–now out!

The Hills of Gold Unchanging, Book Two-18 February 2017

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three-Due May 2017

Tatiana, Book Four -Due August – Dec 2017

Blogging at Bluestocking Belles!


Hello all,

I’m blogging today over at Bluestocking Belles page in their gossipy Teatime Tattler!

Hope you can make it for tea!  Come on by!

just click on the link above!

 

This is an original bit of story. The scene’s written, but this wasn’t included. It might be now!   It’s from one of the upcoming, soon to be released novels in The Long Trails Quadrilogy.

Hope you like it!

 

XX

Lizzi, at home, writing in an island paradise… Thanks to Kajai Lang for the lovely photography.

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Author Talks This Week


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If you’re anywhere near the Humboldt, California area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd, Bayside, Eureka

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

The Pony Express Rides Again!


Hi All!

It was Great!!!!

Grit in your teeth, hot, sweaty horses and people… and the mochila, being handed from horse to horse every two miles, for 2000 miles…

What else could it be but fantastic?

Here’s where our group started, at Simpson’s!

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It was a three-generation-Hearty Family affair, from Izzy, below shown with dad Matt, Gregg (a few pics below), Jeff (no pics, only saw him once!) and Kellie with her babies and hubby Kevin!

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Pat Hearty’s Group III  of the National Pony Express Association’s Utah Chapter took over the mochila on the morning of the 19th June and we passed it hand to hand and horse to horse until we got into Salt Lake City that evening at around 6 pm. Group II caught up an hour on its runs and we caught it up a further half hour during ours, which was a bit tricky in the streets of Salt Lake City!

What with small disasters besetting some of our group’s members, several of us got to ride two and three times!  I was lucky enough to ride the Pat Hearty’s Leonard and Matt Hearty’s Sonny!

I was even brave enough to use a Go Pro AND a helmet (the former unheard-of and the latter rare)!  Footage will follow after I learn how to edit it…it’s very long and a bit repetitive… but it gives a non-rider the sense of what it might feel like!

Sonny and I coming down from Lookout, or General Johnstone’s Pass, on my first PX ride, the same hill where Aleksandra finds plenty of trouble in A Long Trail Rolling!

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Here’s Sonny and Leonard having a little break between rides:

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Gregg Hearty off to an interesting start! (Sorry Gregg, this pic from previous year, but my rides seemed to always follow Gregg’s and wasn’t able to get a pic!) Kellie and Kevin Kimber in the background

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Linda Hearty and a few riders at the Historic Stagecoach Inn near the old Camp Floyd!

 

The oh-so cruisy Sonny in the streets of Salt Lake, pausing for a snack with the freesias, lavender and freeway behind…

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The Deseret News came and met with us on State Street leading in to Salt Lake and Pat’s son Matt Hearty and Kevin Kimber, Pat’s son-in-law made front page news on the day! Here’s the photo I took while the reporter got his famous slinging-on-of the mochila for the front page… starring Sonny on the right and Kellie (nee-Hearty) Kimber’s mare Cheyenne on the left.

 

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Sonny and Matt racing down the streets of Salt Lake City, complete with pilot cars before and after, led by a police escort!

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Sonny the posing horse, doing his thing again with me after Matt took him on his last lope of the 2016 Express Re-Ride down the streets of Salt Lake:

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‘Let’s go!’  he says…

Thanks to the National Pony Express Association and the State Branches!  My personal appreciation to the Hearty and Hatch families for all their care and assistance!!

That’s all for tonight, folks!

Author Talks this week:

Take good care out there, and if you’re in the Humboldt, CA area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

 

 

 

 

Talks Scheduled for Utah, Eureka, Fortuna and Bayside


Hi All!

Here is the more complete list of talks!

They will be  Meet the Author sessions, and I’ll be talking about History, Writing History, A Long Trail Rolling,  and doing some readings from some of the books!

If all goes well tomorrow, there will be some footage shot during my ride in the Pony Express Re-Ride!!!

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I’ll sign books and there will be a small number of books available for sale!

Hope to see you at one of the sessions!

Here’s a bit from the posters…

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Come along and meet Lizzi Tremayne

Lizzi, an awarded writer, teacher and equine veterinarian, writes Historical Romantic Suspense with a Pony Express flair.

Catch her on her visit from New Zealand to ride in the Re-Ride!

Salt Lake City, Utah:  

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m. Venue: The Hatch Residence,  1614 S. 1700 E., Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

Fortuna, California:

Friday, 24 June 4 p.m.  Venue: Fortuna Library: 753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka, California:

Saturday, June 25, 3 p.m. Venue:  Eureka Library: 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside, California:

Saturday, 25 June, 7-9 p.m. Venue:  Bayside Grange: 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

Everyone welcome! Hope to see you there!

Find Lizzi at:

http://lizzitremayne.com or

FB Lizzi Tremayne Author!

 

The Mochila is Coming Closer


Here at the Pat and Linda Hearty residence,  we’re preparing and waiting with expectancy for Group 1 of the Utah Pony Express Association to hand over the mochila to us at Simpson Springs tomorrow morning!

Our team, Team 3, led by the Heartys, will have 42 rides of two miles each, which will be split up between the twenty horses and sixteen riders tomorrow, to complete our  85 mile portion of the over-2000 mile re-ride.

TOMORROW!

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We spent the day doing final shoeings with rubber shoes  or borium points for those horses who will complete our stretch into the streets of Salt Lake City.  I’m lucky enough to not be one of those riding through town, but who knows, by the end of the day!  While they guys finished shoeing, I set to work on six horses, being honourary groom… Manes and tails on these cool Quarter Horse brumbies… hadn’t seen a comb for awhile, so armed with a great brush and a bottle of Show Sheen, they’re NEARLY done!

Last prep for myself tonight, I’m learning how to use the Go-Pro, and will be riding with it on my hat!  Hope to have good footage tomorrow for you all!  Not  a western hat, but it will at least keep me from scrambling my brains in the unlikely event of a mishap! And it’ll hold the Go-Pro!  Here’s my practice run….

 

Hope to see some of you out on the trail, or at the talk at Joe and Annette Hatch’s place on Monday between 3 and 7 pm (see previous blog posts for details)!  Talk, readings, book signing, and of course, books for sale, by yours truly or two great Pony Express books by Patrick Hearty and Joe Hatch!

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Bye till after the ride!!

XX

Lizzi

Hamilton Zinefest this Saturday!


Come on by the Hamilton Zinefest  this Saturday!

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Lizzi Tremayne and Blue Mist Publishing will have a presence there, not sure if we’ll have the big red and blue gazebo or not, but we’ll be there with bells on!

 

It’s at Creative Waikato, Alexandra Street (next door to Mr Milton’s Canteen)

Click here for more info.

Take care, all, and hope to see you there!

Kindest regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Straight from the Horse’s Mouth Radio Show Interview is LIVE!


Hi All!

It’s today!

It’s TODAY!!!

Okay, backtrack, sorry.

Paula Slater of Straight from the Horse’s Mouth, in Canada, interviewed me last week for her Radio Show!

See three blogs down for the article I wrote for her to post on her site along with it!

Anyway, the interview is live on their website NOW at
http://www.straightfromthehorsesmouthradioshow.com/SFHM-Radio-Show-DarkLogo1400x1400

Hmmm. Two days ago, Paula asked me for some horseback archery photos…

Right…

Which of course, I didn’t have…

And right now, I have a mangled shoulder…

And a horse who’s been ridden three times in the past four and a half years…

Okay…

Elliot?  Can you please take some pics for me before school for ten minutes?

🙂

Okay…now, hmmm.

Can’t draw bow with mangled right shoulder, but can hold it with right and draw with left…and let go of the reins…
All I can say is… Maya was pretty awesome. Me in my silk reenactment dress all over his bum as well…

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He wasn’t highly impressed to have to canter around in the green grass, when he would’ve been happier eating it…

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But he was pretty amazing. 

Paula will be doing more interviews with me in future, one on equine dentistry (this goes to my veterinary website) and one on laminitis, for those horsey people out there!

Anyway, here are some other links where you can hear the podcast!

Facebook 

My post page on SFHM Radio Show:

iTunes

SoundCloud

Stitcher 

Tunein

Player FM    

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It’s on now!
Come on by and take a listen!head blurry(Matthew says it’s not blurry, it’s just soft focus. LOL. Need a new camera that focuses properly 🙂 )

Please pass it around?
Thanks!
Lizzi Tremayne
PS, any of you who have read A Long Trail Rolling, I’d sure appreciate it if you would post your review onto Paula’s Barnmice blog?

I believe you’d have to register for it!

NewBarnmiceBanner20141It will be at:http://www.barnmice.com/profiles/blog/list…  when it gets posted by Paula! 🙂

Thanks so much, all!
XX
Lizzi

Great New Review by The Phantom Paragrapher!


Hi All!

A great new review for A Long Trail Rolling has come through from Paula Phillips over at The Phantom Paragrapher!

 

Review: A Long Trail Rolling – Lizzi Tremayne – January 2015

Unlike Most Indie books when they come into the writing world , A Long Trail Rolling has won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award and was a finalist in the 2013 Great Beginnings Competition. A Long Trail Rolling was not normally a book I would read as I have never really been a huge fan of the historicals but as I would read through the pages, I discovered that A Long Trail Rolling was more than just your average historical romance novel. It had something for every reader from the Western theme with the main theme being that the character Aleksandra rode the Pony Express in the 1860’s , Utah in order to escape her father’s killer which brings me to the next theme of Suspense as Alek’s dad has been murdered and now in order to survive and not succumb to the same odds as her father has , Alek must ride in order to save her life and not become listed as one of the fallen. What’s a good story without a romance entanglement as Aleks meets along the way Xavier and with romance comes clashes as Aleks and Xavier have their moments where the reader hopes they will kiss and make-up as you want them to realise that they are better off together , not only due to their amazing chemistry but the fact that two heads are better than one when it comes to the odds of survival. The story ends on a cliffie, as we learn that their will be more in the series as it follows and leads eventually to Aleks arriving in New Zealand. What I did love about this book was the research that the authoress has put in as her love and knowledge of horses and the early American years has shone through her words and you know that what you are reading has a hint of reality to it which makes it seem even more real for the reader.

Overall , in parts this book reminded me of the Westerns my Grandad used to lend me and he would read himself – authors like Louis Lamour, as my mum’s side of the family grew up in the country and were surrounded by Horses and the Western lifestyle as well as Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prarie which I loved reading and watching on TV when I was a child.

If you love Westerns, Romance, History and Adventure – not to mention the feel of an Epic Saga novel then A Long Trail Rolling is the read for you.

So What are you waiting for folks, #SaveAHorse by Reading “A Long Trail Rolling”.

Blogging Today at The Romance Studio!


Hi All,

I’m blogging today over at The Romance Studio!

Come on over to

The Romance Studio

hear a little about the Secession Menace in California in the 1860’s, A Long Trail Rolling and The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

See you there!

XXX

Lizzi

Sneak Preview! A blog post for the 21 August on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…


Just for a bit of fun, here’s one of the blog posts I’m posting on the 21st of this month on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…

Hello All! Welcome back!

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Here’s another excerpt… with Scotty, horses and sparks flying between Aleksandra and Xavier…

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Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘Okay now, Querida?’

‘As okay as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

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Hope you enjoyed the tale! Want to read more?

Come on by my website to see how you can get your hands on a copy, whether ebook, paperback or hardcover! It’s now also available in LARGE PRINT in paperback and hardcover with dust jacket from bookstores around the world! Just tell your favourite bookstore book buyer they can order it from Ingram!

OR…

you can win a free ebook copy if you’re the lucky winner of our giveaway!

To enter into the giveaway, just comment on the blog with what you liked about the excerpt or blog post and one lucky person will be in to win a copy of A Long Trail Rolling, my new Western Historical Romantic Adventure, or… a Horsey Historical Romantic Adventure, complete with plenty of suspense!

Next week, after the party, I’ll pick one winner from those who commented! 

Hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’ll be back tomorrow with some posts about The Long Trail Quadrilogy, still in progress!

Good luck in the competition!

About the Author:

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine veterinarian at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country before emigrating to New Zealand. When not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, riding, driving a carriage or playing on her farm, singing, or working as an equine veterinarian or science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

For more information, please visit:

my website

my Facebook fanpage,

 

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Come Over to The Romance Studio for the TRS End of Summer Bash, this WHOLE WEEK!


Hello All!
I’m posting ALL WEEK on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash! Come on by to see what my book is all about, and a bit of background about A Long Trail Rolling, its author (me!) and the in-progress sequels in @The Long Trails Quadrilogy, The Hills of Gold Unchanging​, A Sea of Green Unfolding and A Bold Country Evolving​!
It’s at…

The Romance Studio End of Summer Bash

and it starts TODAY!

Join me and hundreds of other authors:

Paige Tyler, Gail Koger,lizzie starr,Sam Cheever,Tina Gayle,Roz Lee,Debora Dennis,Kate Hill/Saloni Quinby,Cornelia Amiri,Rita Hestand,Zenobia Renquist,Jianne Carlo,Lola Karns,Lisa Carlisle,Christine Murphy,Kitsy Clare,J.R. Gray,London Saint James,Nicola Cameron,Cate Masters,Haley Whitehall,Shiloh Saddler,Naomi Bellina,Leigh Ellwood,Teri Riggs,Ute Carbone,Susan Hanniford Crowley,Lacey Roberts,Susan Horsnell,Lucy Felthouse,B.J. McCall,Denyse Bridger,Sharon Buchbinder,Amanda Bretz,Justus Roux,Janet Eckford,Natalie-Nicole Bates,Sean Michael,Megan Slayer,Wendi Zwaduk,Katya Armock,Tina Donahue,Sharita Lira,Sarah Grimm,Samantha Gentry,Shawna Delacorte,JoAnne Myers,Charity Parkerson,Jami Gray,A.M. Griffin,Tory Richards

To go straight to my posts, click here!

It’s time to celebrate our last tanning days in the Northern Hemisphere and the last of the rainy days in the Southern !

Enjoy reading excerpts and blog posts!  Have FUN!    Win Prizes!

Here are the details:

We’re celebrating the end to a fabulous summer (or winter in the Southern Hemisphere) as we always do — with a End of Summer Bash! We’re giving away an Amazon gift ecard (electronic gift card only, value $115) to one lucky reader and we’re giving away a lot of other prizes from the TRS prize vault and participating authors too!

Where is it going to be held?

The event will be held exclusively at the TRS PARTY SITE.

When is it going to be held?

From August 17 – 23, 2015. Times? All day! (since it’s in the states, half of the night!)

When will the prizes be given out?

The winner of the Amazon gift ecard will be selected at random after 23 August, 2015. Other prizes from TRS and its participating authors will be assigned at each donor’s earliest convenience following the end of the event.

Okay so HOW do I enter for the gift card?

We authors will be posting during the event period at our PARTY SITE about our latest books and other entertaining topics. Comment on any of the posts at any time during the event (should be at least acceptable/polite comments because comments in poor taste may result in exclusion from the event), and fill out the gift card entry form that will appear at the party, and you will be entered into the drawing for the Amazon gift ecard.

How do I enter for the other prizes?

For other prizes donated by TRS and all participating authors, there are giveaway forms at the PARTY SITE.

Deadlines are 23 August 2015!

Come on down & join me at the PARTY SITE!

See you soon!

To go straight to Lizzi Tremayne’s  posts, click here!

And the best news of all…..


The best news of all is that…

Ta Da…..

Patrick Hearty, my Pony Express Expert, is going to write the Forward for A Long Trail Rolling!

Patrick and Dr. Joseph Hatch wrote a book about the Pony Express Stations in Utah, called….  you guessed it!

Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick explains something inside an express station, while Dr. Hatch looks on.

(Photo Credit to Scott G. Winterton, Deseret News)

 

At the Faust’s monument, which is not where Faust’s actually was, incidentally… 🙂

Patrick Hearty and Lizzi at Rush Valley (Faust's) Pony Express Station monument, out of Grantsville, Utah.
Patrick Hearty and Lizzi at Rush Valley (Faust’s) Pony Express Station monument, out of Grantsville, Utah.

This was the start of an epic trip across Utah, over the Pony Express Trail, Patrick, his lovely wife, my son and I!

Simpson’s Station, the restored version… It’s lovely… I think it might be on the cover of A Long Trail Rolling!

 

 

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He’s always got a story for us!

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Patrick at Simpson’s Spring Pony Express Station. It’s been reconstructed and you can go inside and see how it was constructed. I think it’ll be on the cover of A Long Trail Rolling 
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For a young man who loves to take photos, he sure is camera-shy…. my youngest son…

I so loved just being able to touch the old station... even if it was rebuilt!
I so loved just being able to touch the old station… even if it was rebuilt!

 

 

 

The Mustangs…  They feature in the story, near Dugway!

Here’s a cool pic of them… you’ll understand why we didn’t get any closer to them… The stallion, if you can see it close up, is battle scarred and proud, clearly the winner of many a fight with other stallions for the mares in his herd.

 

 

 

A herd of mustangs out of Dugway... Utah Pony Express Trail.
A herd of mustangs out of Dugway… Utah Pony Express Trail.

It was a fantastic day. Will post more pics another time, but just had to share the lovely trip into the mountains…. Patrick, his daughter and I on their favourite mounts…

 

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The world is best seen between the ears of a horse, and especially when it’s Patrick’s favourite one!

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Patrick and I on the trail.

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Columbines under the aspen… Lovely. Classic Utah high country.
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The rocky, dusty July trail.
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Rest time!

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“What’s for lunch?”
Break time with my wonderful new friends
Break time with my wonderful new friends, Patrick and his daughter, plus 3/4…
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On Patrick’s favourite boy, no less… Lucky me!
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Time for a drink!
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… and a rub… “Leave your bridle on, okay?”



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drink time…

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“You still takin’ pictures back there?” “Yep…”

If you ever get the chance to go over the Utah Pony Express Trail, do it, you’ll not regret it.

There’s even a man, Davy Crockett, yes, Davy Crockett, who runs an ultramarathon (running) over 100 miles of the trail. See his website at http://ponyexpress100.org/

To those of you who have horses and want to be involved, there’s a re-ride, in both directions, every year. You can ride your portion and carry the mochila. Patrick’s sent me a commemorative  letter two years running, one in each direction.. One from St Louis and one from San Francisco. Got this one last year…  and they even forwarded it to NEW ZEALAND!

 

 

 A 2013 Pony Express Commemorative Letter! In NZ!
A 2013 Pony Express Commemorative Letter! In NZ!

How exciting. Thank you Pat!  And thank you to all the horses and riders who carried those little letters in the mochila for a total of over 4000 miles!   Let me know if you’re interested in riding in a re-ride and I’ll get word to Patrick.

There’s a great website about the Pony Express at   http://www.xphomestation.com/  From that site, here’s a news release of the ride just past…  http://www.xphomestation.com/2014-NR1.pdf  Tom Crews, who runs the site, has placed oodles of  news, history, stories, etc. of the Pony Express, as well as school program information on the trail!  When the re-ride is going, they track the mochilas in real time as they cross the United States! Stop by and see them!

 Thanks so much again to Patrick and his wonderful family for having us and letting us in on their life and trail…  The Pony Express Trail.

Thanks for stopping by!

See you again real soon!

L



What Draws us to History?


Here’s a post I wrote for Bethanne Strasser’s Through the Heart Shaped Glasses blog earlier this month. I thought some of you might appreciate it!

What draws us to history?

  • Is it the romance of a different time from our own?

  • Is it what history can show us about ourselves?

  • How we’re different from or similar to others in the past?

  • Does it show us links to the people we were, and how we will be in the future?

  • Does it show us where we’ve diverged when people have made new beginnings?

  • Do we hope it will give us hints about where to seek in the eternal quest for who we are and where we fit in to this world?

Lizzi_archerFor me, this last reason is why I write in the historical genre. When I began writing, I never thought about all this. I only knew I was drawn to stories of the past. The Dark Ages, the Elizabethan Period, and the Old West equally held me enraptured since even before I began to read myself, for the simple first reason above.

I began researching and writing historical novels only a few years ago. It soon became clear that I was looking for answers to questions in my own history and present. What I discovered has helped me become more comfortable with the person I am.

As I study, I repeatedly ask myself how I can make the information I unearth palatable to someone who might never pick up a book of historical fact, search out an old battle record or travel to a remote graveyard to read the inscription on an old tombstone. Can I offer readers some inkling of what happened in their own town or country to give it the unique flavour it carries today?  Some idea of why a certain town emerged just when it did? Most importantly, to shed light upon the reasons a particular society developed the way it has? Perhaps it will provide a piece of the puzzle, which will allow a whole population to try to open the doors previously closed upon the past, allowing healing of the hidden wounds that prevent peaceful cohabitation.

Several towns in the West define themselves as being part of the Pony Express Trail. The stories of Laura Ingalls Wilder played a large part in my understanding of the westward-moving American pioneer, and the peoples and lands they encountered, and how the settlers dealt with adversity. In my first novel, Express Desired, soon to be published, I use Aleksandra, the daughter of a Polish immigrant trapper family, to show snapshots of 1860 life in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains. She must survive when she is left alone in the world, and becomes a “boy” rider for the famed Pony Express.

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Although the ‘Pony’ as it was called, only lasted for a mere eighteen months, it still captures the imaginations of thousands, if not millions, of people, even one hundred and fifty years after its inception.

I show some interactions with American Indians in the novel,  both positive aspects and negative.

In my second novel, A Sea of Green Unfolding, more than halfway completed, I show aspects of 1860′s history of both the San Francisco Bay Area, (or the part from Redwood City, via La Honda, and through to San Gregorio)  and 1863 New Zealand. Discover why  Redwood City grew so quickly? Learn why it was called Redwood City. In the same book, I offer the reader aspects of New Zealand history which are certainly not taught in primary, and only rarely in secondary schools here. They are shadowy aspects of our history which portions of our society wish had never happened, and would rather forget. Although almost apologetic, many of those who know are content to bury it beneath the carpet, so most people are unaware of the whole story and resolution cannot be attained. This untold history has shaped us as the people we have become. The conflicts began long ago between the Maori (and before that, the earlier Moriori) people who had already settled New Zealand before Captain Cook came in the 1700′s and the white settlers from England, Europe and Asia.  There was wrongdoing on both sides, but much has remained hidden from the general view.

Overall, I hope to effectively use history to paint a picture, so that readers can better understand some of their own past, answer some of their questions about themselves and become more comfortable with their own place in the world.

lizzi_writerBio:

I’ve just completed my first novel, and am halfway through the second.

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About my first novel, Express Desired, an historical Fictional Suspense with Romantic Elements: Seventeen year old Aleksandra Lekarski, alone and running to prevent her pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar, conceals herself as a boy Pony Express rider in 1860′s Utah Territory. Her “Californio” boss Xavier Arguello has a spirit to match her own—along with a mutually undeniable attraction—and together they overcome the evil that threatens them.

A Sea of Green Unfolding is the sequel to Express Desired, about a young couple’s journey to adventure from the California of 1862 to the turbulent wilderness of New Zealand. Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly found paradise on their California Rancho and Von Tempsky’s invitation draws them to a new life in New Zealand—where the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori have only just begun.

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I am rewriting my life. I’m the mother of two teenaged boys, a part time hobby farmer, a medieval re-enactor, rapier fighter and archer, a kayaker, a carriage competition driver, a gardener, a singer, a cook and an equine veterinarian with post-doc veterinary certification in equine dentistry. Following a back injury,I work part time at equine veterinary dentistry and part time at high school teaching of Science/Bio/Chem. Mostly, though, I’m writing! I look forward to your visits to my blog and to hearing your thoughts on the above.


Writing Blog: http://lizzitremayne.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LizziTremayne
About Me http://about.me/Lizzi_Tremayne
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Website: www.bmevc.co.nz

NaNoWriMo has Begun!


Hello All!

Well, first day, I didn’t make my goal of 1700 words on the new novel I began on 1 November,

A Sea of Green Unfolding,

the sequel to Express Desired, wherein

Aleksandra and Xavier are still reeling from the death of their first newborn child when they discover that they have lost Rancho de las Pulgas, their old Spanish land grant held by Xavier’s family for generations. An invitation from von Tempsky in New Zealand offers the escape they desire and draws the young couple to start a new life in the Coromandel goldfields. Challenges separate the pair as they journey to their destination, but they are finally reunited again in the turbulent wilderness of 1862 New Zealand—only to become immersed in the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori, which have only just begun.

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Yesterday, however, I nearly caught up. Today I will be caught up and pass day 3’s goal of 6100 words.

My favourite part of the writing so far (it’s the first draft, so please be kind…) :

 

She felt her heart could sink no further. Pushing aside the bedroll tied over her saddlebags, she pulled out a locket on a fine silver chain and clutched it to her heart before clasping it round her neck and letting it drop inside her neckline between her still-engorged breasts, the tears again falling swiftly as she looked west, up into the hills. A memory of her mother’s voice came unbidden…

‘I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help…’

She resolutely set her jaw and turned back to face the masts in the distance before her, one hand gripping the locket through her buckskin shirt and the other on the reins. The wharf at Redwood Creek was full of ships, she could see, even from this far away. The houses and buildings of Redwood City, the county seat of San Mateo County, clustered near the road leading to the embarcadero. Rough workers huts near the water’s edge emptied as the men trudged towards the wharves on the deepwater channel, nodding their heads to her as they headed for a day shifting timber, shingles, hay and wheat from laden wagons onto rafts, ships and barges headed for San Francisco and beyond. The smell of the tanneries turned her stomach as she rode past them and she put a hand over her mouth and nose, as if she could stop the smell. From the alley between the blacksmith shop and the shipbuilding yard, several men turned to stare at her and one whistled low under his breath, but she never glanced their way. The courthouse loomed on her left, the newly begun fire station beside it, but she barely saw them, her goal Dr.Tripp and Mr. Parkhurst’s road west into the mountains, heading for Arroyo Honda, and the coast. She’d never seen the ocean. Under the circumstances, it seemed like the thing to do.

Back to it.  Just wanted to send out an update!

Have a great day, and to those of you doing NaNoWriMo,

GO FOR IT!  SEE YOU AT THE FINISH!

Namaste,

Lizzi

PS, to those of you who have asked, Express Desired is with an agent in New Jersey. I hope to hear from her any day now whether or not she’s keen to run with it!

Photo we took in July 2013 of Clifton Flats, Utah. One of the last remaining portions of the Pony Express Trail in Utah which still resembles it "back in the day". It's the fine line running toward you to the right on the photo. Thanks Patrick Hearty, for showing it to us!

This is a photo we took in July 2013 of Clifton Flats, Utah.   It’s one of the last remaining portions of the Pony Express Trail in Utah which still resembles it “back in the day”. It’s the fine line running toward you to the right on the photo. Thanks Patrick Hearty, for showing it to us!

 

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Have a great day, I will.  I’m writing. 🙂

Regards,

Lizzi

Manuscript is DONE! A little teaser from the story, especially for you horsey-types!


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Hello all,

I am very pleased to announce that the manuscript for Express Desired is done!

Hmmm… Let’s just say it it nice to see that I’m making progress in my writing skills… and finally implementing my new skills…. especially incorporating ‘showing’ vs ‘telling’, (and my critique partner will be so PLEASED) .

It’s good to see the improvement since I began writing, but it is a two-edged sword… it sure makes for a lot of editing and rewriting in the first half of the story.

Planning to send the first three chapters and synopsis to the editors and agents who requested it THIS WEEK!

Thanks for your comments, all.

Hugs,

Lizzi

P.S.  I’ve included in this post a little teaser for the story…  Hope you enjoy it!

Vladimir is the baddie in the story…  you horsy-people might appreciate this one!

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The colt didn’t seem to know the way home to the Krzysztof’s cabin this time, so Vladimir’s return trip to the cabin, en route to the trading post, took much longer than  expected. Probably more likely, the bay colt didn’t particularly care about getting home, in light of the fact that since they turned around and headed back west towards the cabin, Vladimir’s mare had come fully on heat. He’d wondered if she was starting up over the previous few days, but there was no longer any doubt, the Russian’s mouth drew tight across gritted teeth.

He now understood why he’d been able to purchase this stunning, sound mare so cheaply at the end of last summer. Doubtless, the chestnut’s previous owner knew what she was like for the half of the year her reproductive cycle was active. Their little jaunt had become a trial. The young stallion was beside himself, travelling next to this winking, squealing and squirting hussy. It was much safer to ride the colt, as green and horny as he was, and be on top, rather than underneath him as he tried to breed the mare.

Vladimir found the shortcut to the cabin… just after he rode the bay past the half-hidden trailhead. Catching the Russian unawares, the colt looked back toward the track, then jerked the reins from Vladimir’s hand, spun on a dime and nearly dropped him as he dived into the trees, headed for home. The mare meanwhile threw up her head and reared, ripping her lead rope from his grip as the colt bolted.

‘You obviously knew that part of the way home,’ Vladimir growled and swore roundly at the beast in Russian, got him under control again and thanked whoever would listen that both horses had not left him stranded. It would be a long walk to anywhere and he didn’t particularly wish to be found at the cabin with all the graves and none of the former occupants.

He needn’t have worried he’d lose the mare. She couldn’t get close enough to the horse as they made their way down the narrow trail. She twice smashed his knee between her and the plunging colt, but Vladimir eventually managed to grab her trailing lead. A quick look around Krzysztof’s yard gave no evidence of habitation, so he refilled two bags with hay, slung them over the mare’s saddle horn and headed off down the larger track to find the trading post.

The Pony Express Mochila is Headed for Ft. Laramie!


June 20, 3:54pm PDT (today in the States, for those of you in NZ!)

“The mail just left Lingle,WY at 4:45 pm, mountain time, headed towards Ft Laramie.”

Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick Hearty & Joseph Hatch
The Pony Express Stations in Utah

Well done to all of you out there riding!  You might get a bit tired, but it’s not quite as dangerous as it was ‘back in the day’.

There were quite a few deaths (few riders, fortunately) amongst the Pony Express riders, but it was not for want to trying!

Hold on to that mochila!

 

Here’s an excerpt from my novel… Only Patrick Hearty and I have seen it so far, so hope some of you like it! They’ll be going through Lookout Pass soon!!!

Lookout Pass - Pony Express TrailThanks to Roger Douglass  (http://www.panoramio.com/photo/2329088)

A little taste of “Express Desire“:

Lookout Pass,” Aleksandra reminded herself as she passed the summit, looking north to see the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains and thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from one of its rocky ledges. Beginning her mile-long descent at a trot on the handy little horse, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head from her right.

She felt her heart stop.

Aleksandra dropped to the left side of the Palouse’s neck into a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

She threw the reins at him and shouted to him.’Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’

He needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors filled the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the southwest, like a mad bunch of hornets.

Smart, she thought, with a hint of a wry grin. The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra could see little of her attackers in the glimpses she stole from beneath Scout’s neck of the world whizzing past. With the ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled Aleksandra’s nostrils as the horse crashed through a clump of brush.

Briefly considering climbing back into the saddle to pull a gun from her saddlebag, she knew it would be akin to suicide; though she knew her full weight hanging off to one side had to put the stallion off his best, she trusted far more in the pony’s speed and ability. She just tried to stay out of his way and not hinder him needlessly, keeping as still as she could, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks in the direction of the company selectors for choosing fast and handy local ponies. How I would love to have my bow and arrows, she thought, but it might just be better just to get Scout and I through alive to Doc Faust at Rush

The Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared, angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned her head forward to see where the noise was coming from.Then she saw the arrow.She felt herself break into a cold sweat…

The storyline…

Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar.  Disguised to most as a boy rider in 1860′s Utah Territory for the Pony Express, she finds in her “Californio” boss a strength to match her own and together they create a team that can overcome the odds.

I hope you liked the excerpt of “Express Desire,” soon to be completed!

 

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Regards,

from

Lizzi Tremayne

The Pony Express Re-Ride Continues!


Yesterday’s post detailed the Pony Express 20th Anniversary Re-Ride. I have posted some handy links for you to follow the ride’s progress!

Thanks to Pony Express History –18253400.nhd.weebly.com

The  Re-Ride continues!

The “mochila,” (the leather pad with the mail pockets, below), which is transferred between riders on the  Pony Express) has made it from Elwood, Kansas to 140th and 75 hwy. one mile north of Sac & Fox casino, this afternoon.

Credit to Ryan Long, Deseret News, http://bit.ly/18XS9dh

For your information, here’s the map of the whole route!

http://dinosaurcowboys.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/pony-express-map.jpgThanks, Union Pacific and http://bit.ly/11K21Oh

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Thanks to Tom Crews!

Photos from the Start at Patee House (below)  and Chasing the Pony Express are on Susan Mires’ Facebook page (Thanks, Susan!):

 http://on.fb.me/19OPPF5

https://i2.wp.com/www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-missouri/StJoePateeHotel-600.jpg Thanks to Kathy Weiser, owner/editor, Legends of America, http://www.legendsofamerica.com

 A GREAT Website for the Nostalgic & Historic Minded!

Newscast about the upcoming ride:

http://bit.ly/11XPhHZ

For those of you who asked for more information on my upcoming novel,

Express Desire,  it is in an earlier blog post:

http://lizzitremayne.com/2013/03/05/my-historical-history-or-why-i-think-i-have-to-write-this-novel/

Enjoy!

Regards from Lizzi Tremayne

Horse and Carriage Driving Workshop Today


Happy Saturday… We’ve had some drizzle for about 3 hours now, not a lot, but it’s not running off either!  Hope all of you in NZ are getting some rain as the drought is not helping anyone!  (Yes, to those of you in faraway places, it hasn’t rained properly for more than a month or two here, which spells disaster for many farmers and stock / horse owners in NZ who  tend to depend upon grass to feed their stock).

A great group of RWNZ C2C writing ladies just left after another fantastic potluck lunch!  Blue Mist Shemaya (“Maya”) and Blue Mist Montoya (“Toya” –Of course, from The Princess Bride!) and I shared a few hours of horse information, behaviour and terminology they can use in their writing, from haltering in paddock through grooming, harness, carriages, gigs, harnessing through to long-reining (driving without a vehicle) my new pair!  Several of the ladies loved the feel of sitting up high in the Glinkowski Polish combined drive carriage and were impressed by its attributes!  They asked great questions and although few of them had been near horses before, several of them took advantage of the boys’ lovely temperaments and petted and fed the appreciative horses.  It is very exciting to finally have Toya and Maya working together after all these years of dreaming about it! They will be in the carriage together next Saturday with Kevin’s help, all going well!  I will post new pics when they come from the ladies! The bays  loved the attention (and, of course,  the 3 bags of carrots the ladies brought with them)!   Now it’s writing time!  I’ve a novel to complete!

Have a great weekend, All!

Writing and a Ride in the Gig, anyone???


Good Morning, All!

Cranking on novel. Express Desire is coming along nicely. Should be done soon… Plan to have it published before I go to States in July to ride along the Pony Express trail with Patrick Hearty, Past President of the Utah Pony Express Association as well as meet up with all the fantastic people who have helped me write this book!  Book signings along the Pony Express trail, anyone????  (Thanks for the great idea, Mum!)

Need to finish it this month. Time to rock!

Great to get onto Zen Doe’s great blog yesterday, The Wind Horse Blog http://windhorseblog.wordpress.com/   and meet up with this lovely lady and spectacular, heartfelt writer. Highly recommended, all!  Thanks, Annibel, for all your encouragement!  And you are working on your blog today, are you not, Milady?

Well, writing and planning on driving two horses today, probably in the gig, maybe the carriage… Get it done!

Have a great day, All!!

Hugs,

Lizzi